Abigaia hated bathrooms. It made her feel nervous and judged, being around so many other girls. After trying to find Elaine, she failed to meet up with her sister somewhere around the Hogwarts campus. With beads of sweat collecting at her forehead from the light jogging around the grounds, she headed into the lavatory to wash her face. Upon entrance, she looked around to make sure nobody else was in the bathroom as if washing her face was such a big deal.
Abigaia turned around, spinning to see the fellow blonde girl. "I'm great! Just wondering if anybody else was around," she said, dipping her head lightly. "And it seems like there is! I love your sweater," she added, laughing a bit awkwardly before she moved to start washing up in the sink.
"Well, your mother has a banging sense of style," she said, grinning back, not wanting the situation to be awkward. "Hopefully, I can find it somewhere, so I can pick up a similar one for myself. It might not look as nice on me though."
Abigaia started to blush slightly at that offer. Nobody had really ever wanted to do anything with her. "Abigaia Matthews, yeah. I would love that. I need a new coat for when the even colder months come," she said with a simple smile, turning off the faucet and turning around to face the other girl again.
Abigaia laughed, quite boldly for her tiny figure. "Oh, my cat is too sweet for those things. I sometimes question if she's more of a hamster than a cat at all," she said, lips quirking up into a small smile still. "It's great meeting you more properly, Carli."
Abigaia hadn't really ever heard somebody actually call her anything short of 'Abigaia.' It had never been 'Abi,' but she realized that she didn't really mind. Playing along without fault, she grinned back. "Garfield? Is that a Muggle thing?"